When Big Ronnie and his son Brayden meet lone female tourist Janet on Big Ronnie’s Disco Walking Tour—the best and only disco walking tour in the city—a fight for Janet’s heart erupts between father and son, and the infamous Greasy Strangler is unleashed. With singularity of vision that could only exist in a post-Tim-and-Eric mediascape, first-time filmmaker Jim Hosking (with the support of the boundary-pushing SpectreVision) has concocted a complete and contained, triumphantly grotesque, idiosyncratic cinematic universe all his own. Proving there is indeed space on this planet for the endangered species that is the Trash Auteur, Hosking’s reverence for repetition, especially of the drippingly raunchy variety, doesn’t allow you a single moment to gaze away from the absurdity that is this sick, nihilistic, and oddly sweet, little world.